3:25am nightmare

i dreamt that i was on a plane with young beatrix. no idea where we were headed, but the plane was full and it looked like it was either early morning or dusk, time-of-day-wise. we were sitting in two of three middle seats of large aircraft, with double seats across the aisles on either side.

the plane was already airborne, and i was trying to figure out how to watch the in-flight movie, which was some non-descript thing conjured up by my subconscious. across the aisle from me were a boy, about five, and his older sister, who looked like she was maybe nine or ten. they were plotting how to annoy the passengers sitting in front of them, and decided to start purposely kicking the seats.

i returned my attention to the movie, and suddenly the plane jerked downward and to the left. i nearly fell out of my seat, but was belted in and hung on to the armrests. it was alarming, and trixie said, “wow, until then i forgot we were even in the air.”

then the plane banked severely to the left, and i looked out the window to see the skyline of toronto... but in my dream it was rendered as if it was a digitally animated cityscape – coloured blocks and basic geometric shapes making up the buildings.

i could feel the speed with which we were moving, and the chaotic flightpath we were on. there was panic and fear rippling through the plane, and i thought, “this isn’t normal. something’s going wrong. we’re going to crash.”

then, at a terrifying speed, the plane began to careen towards lake ontario. i looked out the windows and saw us descending alongside the skyline. i felt my heart leap into my chest and all i could think to do was grab the buckle of my seatbelt so that i could unlatch it if i survived impact and needed to swim out.

clear as day, i heard the bloodcurdling scream of a woman elsewhere in the plane, who’d realized what was happening.

“omiGOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOD!”

just as we were about to hit, i woke up.

and it took me a good 10 minutes of TV watching to re-settle afterwards.